Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote2008-04-24 01:17 am
Entry tags:
Outside the School, Thursday Morning, Before Ethics
Reno was completely casual as he waited around outside the school building, hoping to catch a certain someone before class to ask a certain question.
Totally casual, and not at all antsy, withhandwavily acquired tickets in his pocket.
Yep. Standing. Outside. And waiting. He might have gotten there extra-early, just to be sure he didn't miss her.
He wasn't at all nervous. Shut up.
[He's waiting to grab one person in particular, thanks!]
Totally casual, and not at all antsy, with
Yep. Standing. Outside. And waiting. He might have gotten there extra-early, just to be sure he didn't miss her.
He wasn't at all nervous. Shut up.
[He's waiting to grab one person in particular, thanks!]

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"I got the tickets because I wanted to go with you," he said. "Never really... did the datin' thing before." Ever. "But I can call Friday night a date, yo."
He was going to blow it. And she was going to think it sucked. And whose bright idea was dating, anyhow? He'd kill the person who invented it.
"Will you go on a date with me Friday evening? I got tickets to the prom."
Wow. That sounded so... normal high-school teenager, or something. Weird.
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"We can just meet up there. I didn't mean this to be a ... look, you don't want to be dating, we don't have to be. We didn't say we were ..."
Back together? Exactly? Uh.
She lifted a shoulder. "It's good."
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"No, it ain't that. I'm more-" Deep breath. Wow. This was going to sound stupid. "I ain't never been on a date, okay? I'm worried I'm gonna do somethin' stupid like, shit, I dunno, wear a flower in my lapel that don't match your dress, or not hold open a door when I'm supposed to, or-"
He shrugged.
"Shit, Rikku, I don't even really know what dating is."
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"Dark red would match my dress. I can open my own doors. You come to my room, you bring me a corsage -- they have them in town, ask somebody -- you tell me I look nice and you walk me to the dance. I'm not grading you on it. I don't stop the date and stomp off if you forget anything. Which would be hard, because, again: you come to my room, say something nice, and walk me to the dance. Skip the corsage if that's a huge deal, I'm not gonna give a damn. This isn't hard. But if this is too much effort when you can just meet me there and take me home and get laid anyway ..."
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Okay. Informed.
"What time should I pick you up?"
... He was fond of the 'get laid anyway' plan. But he had bought the tickets with 'date' in mind anyhow, dammit. So they were going to go on a freakin' date, dammit.
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She exhaled, loudly. "The date thing was a joke, Reno. I was trying to ask if you were going with me, or if you just picked me up a ticket for the hell of it. Because you kinda didn't say, either way, and ... I didn't realize the word 'date' still gave you hives."
'Girlfriend' was probably off-limits again, then. Fun.
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This was going swimmingly.
He pulled out a ticket and held it out toward her.
"I want to go with you to prom on Friday night. You, me. Us. Prom. I'll pick you up and get you a corsage and all that other stuff too, zoto. You in, or not?"
He was going to mess it up, and it was going to be a grand freaking disaster, and then maybe the ceiling could fall on him and -- dating. Reno had no freaking clue what he was doing.
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"Us?" she asked, hesitantly.
Are we 'us'?
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"Us. I want to go with you to prom. As us. I miss... Us."
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Oh boy.
"But, I mean... Even if all you can stand of 'us' is one night, I'd take it."
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He smiled a little more.
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That had to be followed with a light peck. Just a short one.
"C'mon, dork. We've got a final to take."
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Maybe he'd even let go of it when they got to the classroom.